Attunement into fine rules

It was such a day when the flowers were blooming and the fire was cooking oil, but he politely rejected those high-ranking families who wanted to marry him, even the beautiful girl sent by his colleague Shangfeng.

Someone tried to send Juntong Yulang, but he returned them all one by one, so rumors began to be secretly spread in the imperial city that he "can't do it" and "probably his roots were injured on the battlefield".

For this matter, his comrades had several fights with others, but he always laughed it off and didn't care.

Later, he simply claimed that he believed in Zen Buddhism, went to the temple to accept the layman's precepts, and since then he has abstinence from desires.

On the day he was ordained, he wore an ordinary gray gown and a black gauze head, and went alone to the temple in the suburbs, which was not considered the most prosperous temple.

Did not call any colleagues, or colleagues in the officialdom to witness.

Anyway, he doesn't believe in Buddhism, just to make a formality, let the monks in the temple engrave his name on the stone tablet of the ordained layman.

As evidence.

The temple was really remote, and there were no pilgrims along the road, only a few farmers carrying hoes, a shepherd boy riding a cow, and a village girl carrying a basket to the fields to deliver food.

Even though he already thinks that he is wearing ordinary clothes, in the eyes of these people, he is still very fresh and outstanding.

When the peasants saw him, they murmured in low voices, showing a few expressions of envy, while the village girls bowed their heads and blushed when they saw him.

He looks very handsome, his temples are like knives, his eyes are like stars, and he is tall.

Because of his background as a general, the scribe's blue-gray gown couldn't hide his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and straight back.

It is also because of this that in the past, when he was fighting on the battlefield and doing business with the head, he had no time to take care of his marriage. Now that he is a Marquis, he is still alone after thirty years old, which seems particularly inconceivable.

He walked alone to the gate of the temple, and after explaining his purpose, a little novice led him to meet the abbot in front of the Buddhist hall.

The abbot is very old, wearing a Pilu hat, a white beard, and a red cassock, he looks a bit like an eminent monk.

Because the temple was not very popular, he sent someone to send money to take care of it before. At this age, the abbot had seen countless people with sophistication, so he probably guessed that he did not really believe in Buddhism and wanted to receive precepts.

It's just for the sake of sesame oil money, I went through the motions with him.

So the two parties greeted each other, and the abbot handed over three sticks of Buddhist incense amiably, and said to him, "Benefactor Li, worship Buddha here, and then Lao Na will go to the layman's stele to write the name of the benefactor, that's all."

He nodded, lit three sticks of incense in his hands, and inserted them into the brass incense burner in front of the Buddha.

Then he bent his knees and kowtowed to the golden Buddha statue...

Following his prostration, the Buddha statue suddenly made a crisp sound, and when he raised his head, he saw a gap in the top of the head of the gilded bronze statue of the Buddha.

This gap crosses the wide heaven of the Buddha statue, spreads down the middle of the wide and straight bridge of the nose, passes through the middle of the person to the lip crease, passes through the thick chin, and splits the golden "卍" imprint on the chest from the middle .

Such a large Buddha statue split in two with a bang.

Both the abbot and him were stunned. He stood up, speechless for a while.

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, could it be that I created some karmic debts in my previous life, or that I killed too much in this life, so that this happened?

As everyone knows, as the Heavenly Emperor Juehun who rules the world, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky can't bear his kneeling down.

Seeing this vision, he didn't dare to worship again, only said to the abbot who was also shocked: "I will send a hundred taels of gold to rebuild the golden body later."

One hundred taels of gold, in addition to rebuilding a Buddha statue, is enough to renovate this small temple and build a few meditation rooms.

The abbot, who came back to his senses, bowed to him and silently sent him out of the temple, which was regarded as his acknowledgment.

Seeing that he was always reticent, and after he claimed that he had received the layman's precepts, no one in the imperial city cared about his life-long affairs gradually.

Only when the same robes get together, it is inevitable that there will be a few regrets.

As the person involved, he didn't feel regretful, because he knew he was waiting for someone.

If it is not that person, no one can do it.

But who that person was, where he was, and what his name was, he didn't know anything.

He only knew that when that person appeared, he only needed one look, and he could recognize it even among thousands of people.

"No, you drew it wrong!!!"

He is over forty years old, his temples are slightly smeared with frost, fine lines appear at the corners of his eyes, and his temper has grown with age. He patted the table and yelled at the painter opposite.

The painter is good at Danqing, and he is well-known in the imperial city. He has never seen such a difficult master.

The artist came back and forth dozens of times, and drew at least a hundred sheets in front of this Lord Hou, but all he got was "No!", "Can you draw?!", " I heard that you are the number one painter in the imperial city, so why did you paint me like this?!".

The painter also has a temper, and couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped the brush in his hand on the white rice paper, splashing some black ink: "I will leave my words here today. There is no painter who can draw it! If you have the ability, Master Hou, you can paint it yourself!!!”

After speaking, he turned around and walked away.

He looked at the painter's furious back, his generous chest heaving up and down, and knew that he was wrong.

But he couldn't help it.

He was getting older day by day, and his hair was starting to turn gray, but he still hadn't waited for that person.

Even if he waited until he was ashamed to face him now.

Even looking for many famous painters, no one can draw the image in his mind.

He stood up, looked at the ink-spattered rice paper on the table, and pondered for a long time.

Or, paint it yourself?

He spent most of his life holding the reins of the horse and holding the sword, and with his big hands full of rough calluses, he clumsily grabbed the thin brush.

He lived to be 62 years old in this life, which is a rare long life among thousands of years of reincarnation.

He spent the remaining 20 years of his life practicing painting.

From the beginning to the end, only one portrait was painted, and there were tens of thousands of waste paintings.

Before he died, he hugged the one he was most satisfied with and lay down in the coffin.

Hundreds of years later, tomb robbers dug up his grave and pried out the sealed coffin.

I saw a white bone holding a scroll in its arms.

This is the tomb of a marquis, and the painting that the owner of the tomb still hugs tightly after death must be very precious.

The tomb robber couldn't help feeling excited when he saw it. He used an iron hook to remove the bones, hooked out the painting scroll, and held it in his hand and couldn't wait to unfold it.

However, there is neither an inscription nor an appreciation seal of a famous artist on the scroll, it is just a plain painting without a signature.

The painting is full of wind and snow, the sleeves of the fairy robes in white are fluttering, and she turns her head and smiles.

Lang is unique and beautiful, unparalleled in the world.

The tomb robber was stunned, and didn't even realize that under the light of the oil lamp, the painting was becoming brittle and blackening little by little.

Until the picture cracked into gray and black pieces of paper, like the wings of dead moths, stained with hands of tomb robbers.

In another life, he is a worm, a bird, a fish... Sometimes he can live for three to forty years in one life, and sometimes he can only live for a few days in one life.

After wandering in the world of mortals for thousands of lives, the spiritual memory of Juehun gradually faded away.

At first, he couldn't remember the figure and appearance of the person he was waiting for.

He forgot, that person's unique aura, every frown and smile.

In his last life, he fell into the forest and became a wolf.

A male wolf with smooth fur, strong limbs and a mouth full of sharp teeth.

He defeated the old wolf king and became the new king of the wolves.

Wuwu, the youngest and most beautiful female wolf in the pack, came over and wanted to rub him to show her affection.

The wolves all looked at him enviously. The strong possess the best resources, including the most beautiful female wolf. This is the rule of the wolf pack.

Standing on the highest rock, he looked down at the she wolf, and suddenly wrinkled the bridge of his fine-haired nose, revealing a mouth full of white and sharp teeth, and gave two vicious condolences to the she wolf.

The female wolf fell on all fours and backed away cautiously, never daring to approach him again.

In the reincarnation of thousands of years, he didn't even remember that he was waiting for someone.

But he knew instinctively that if he accepted the female wolf's overture, he would lose something very important.

More important than his life, something to hold on to.

In this way, he is a lonely wolf king, without a partner or children.

Until a few years later, he was defeated by the new wolf king like a reincarnation of fate, and began to wander alone in the mountains and forests.

It is not easy for a lone wolf to survive, not to mention that he is old, his chest is often pressed against his back, and his ribs are too thin to protrude. He no longer has the shiny fur, strong and majestic appearance of his youth.

He was very hungry that day, and hadn't found any decent prey for two or three days.

He is much smarter and cunning than ordinary wolves. He knows that humans are a very dangerous animal. Although they are relatively weak and fragile, they can use powerful knives, axes, bows and arrows.

If it was normal, he would not go near the cabin built by humans, but he was too hungry right now, so he could only go there to try his luck.

He carefully pushed open the wood door of the wooden house with his nose, and a few rays of sunlight, accompanied by swirling dust, fell into the dark wooden house.

On the canopy bed of the wooden house, lay a young man with thin bones and pale complexion.

Because he was too thin, the boy's cheeks were sunken, and his appearance was really not good-looking, but he just stared at him with a pair of dark, clear eyes.

There didn't seem to be any fear of him.

He also stared at the young man closely, put his limbs on the ground, approached cautiously step by step, walked half a circle around the bed, and then he was relieved, and kicked his four claws towards the young man.

Since then, affection and delusion have arisen, and infatuation has followed to this day.

Wei Lang stood in front of the wishing stone, the Styx river gurgling and flowing by his side, and the other shore flowers were in full bloom at his feet.

The deep and shallow red lines on the wishing stone are imprinted in the eyes, as if they are the blood and tears that have been shed in the reincarnation of thousands of years, and the waiting and deep-seated longing of countless lonely nights.

These memories already existed in the depths of his heart, and now it was like opening the memory box. Ten thousand years is a long story, and it is only a moment in retrospect.

"Now, do you understand?" Zi Yuan asked Wei Lang from the side.

Wei Lang hugged Wei Yuan, turned his eyes to look at Zi Yuan: "What do you want me to understand?"

There was a sarcastic smile on his lips: "Is it hoped that I will understand the righteousness, quickly cultivate to become an immortal, and return to the original body as a soul?"

Zi Yuan frowned: "You have to understand that this is your last life. If you don't return to your original body, your soul will disappear when you die. This is all for your own good."

In fact, there was still one sentence he didn't say to Wei Lang.

Human beings are born with three souls and seven souls, which has its own reasons.

The Heavenly Emperor split his soul, and lost one of the three souls. It has been supported for thousands of years. If it continues for thousands of years, no matter how powerful the gods are, they will inevitably fall into the five declines of heaven and man.

Splitting the conscious soul to maintain the Dao heart is an act of drinking poison to quench thirst.

"If so, I won't." Wei Lang said.